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Borealis: A Zutara Story	By : jaded_priceless Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > AU/AR - Alternate Universe/Alternate Reality Views: 33555 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Chapter 242
Katara had been listening and mistook the quiet as a sign that Mu had already left. She mistimed her emergence and quickly turned away when she saw him standing at the door. He grimaced but said nothing to her as he opened it and stepped into the hall.
Once he was gone Katara washed her hands then began preparing the food they’d brought back for their next meal. Most of the meat had cooked off the bone she put on last night so she transferred it to a smaller pot and used it to make a stew. Once the vegetables she added were done Amayu pulled out a mortar whose pestle had several sharp blades protruding from it. The physician quickly macerated the solids using the stew juice and fed Zuko while Katara ate.
After she finished her meal Katara lifted the liver from the cold water in which she’d placed it to soak. She cut it small pieces along with onions, garlic, spinach, and potatoes then gestured toward Amayu’s grinding device, “Can I use that?”
The bladed masher broke down the solids faster and easier so when Katara placed the pulverized pieces in the traditional mortar and pestle to mix them with water and the tomato seasoning the result was an unbelievably smooth paste. Amayu watched as Katara crushed two more batches of liver and vegetables finely then began leaving larger pieces in the rest. She placed them in lidded skillet which she let boil before setting it on a grate over the ash bucket. Amayu had never seen that cooking technique. When she asked the Waterbender explained, “The rapid boil killed any germs and parasites. The residual heat from the ash bucket will slow cook it and allow the flavors to blend.”
When Amayu saw that Katara had washed the used dishes and was looking for something else to do she yelled in exasperation, “Katara sit down! That ass had the right idea in covering his wounds with preventative medication but he and that other ass should have never given someone as troubled as the prince, stimulants, hallucinogens or depressants. It doesn’t turn out well when the dreams start. You should bathe and try to rest while he’s calm.”
“I must leave and you too are still healing. I can’t promise how many times that I or Toshio will be able to come back without arousing suspicion. This is what I used last night. It should help calm him if he becomes difficult but it will also impair you. Try not to use it unless it is absolutely necessary. He has too many drugs in his system.” Amayu paused and swallowed thickly, “Katara be careful. Coca is a powerful stimulant. We call it ‘Dirty old warrior’. It is a stimulant that suppresses pain and makes those who take it feel invincible. Soldiers snort it before battle to boost their performance. Men rub it on their penis to increase sexual prowess. It is also the reason there are so many rapes and murders after battle. It elevates the sex drive and causes paranoia. It doesn’t really matter how it is ingested the affects are the same regardless of delivery method.”
Amayu looked at the prince and sighed, “I am not sure how it will mix with the other drugs in his system. The cactus was applied topically over his open wounds so it immediately got into his blood stream. Mu said that Toshio feed Zuko the last dose this morning. I’m not sure how much he fed him during the night or how much the food has buffered it or affected the absorption and synthesizing rate. I gave him bending suppressants when I fed him but be careful Katara. Zuko is stronger than you and he has a temper. Coca blocks the body’s ability to feel pain while increasing desire. Sex could kill him but refusing could kill you. You are one enemy I am not quite ready to be rid of. Toshio or I will be back later to check on you.”
To Katara’s surprise the Fire Nation doctor gave her a quick hug before leaving the room.

Katara checked on Zuko once more before bathing. While doing so she remembered what Amayu said about resting. She poured the hot water into the tub and guided more into the pot after deciding to take a long soak. She had fallen asleep when Zuko began calling for her. She bent the water away from her body and dressed in the first articles of clothing she pulled from the dresser. It was one of his shirts and pair of his underwear; in her haste she’d reached inside the wrong side of the drawer.
She rushed to his side, “I’m here, Zuko, what’s wrong?”
This time when he said he needed to use the restroom she was prepared. She dressed him in long socks before icing his feet and lower legs and sliding him across the room. She realized how extensively he’d been drugged and the difference in class when unlike his earlier silence he began to giggle and squeal it was fun. This time when they returned to the bedroom she used the spare pillows to prop herself up in the corner and guided Zuko’s head to her lap. To her surprise he wriggled upwards to lay his head on her chest. They didn’t remain in that position long. It was too uncomfortable for both of them. Katara moved the pillow a few inches to the left so she was sitting parallel with the head of the bed. The change gave Zuko enough room to extend his legs while he cuddled against her.
“Katahblar.”
She could not help but giggle at way Zuko garbled her name. This was the third mispronunciation and they seemed to get funnier each time. She mentally chastised herself for laughing while he was in pain. She was still smiling as she replied, “Yes Zuko.”
His glassy eyes looked up at her, “Do you hate me?”
The smile left her face; she was prepared for anything but that question. She answered honestly hoping he didn’t have the coherence to form a follow up question, “It depends but no, not at this moment.”
He smiled, tucked his head on her right breast, closed his eyes and went to sleep. She read for a bit but the History of the Earth Kingdom as Recorded in Soil Strata had been chosen for a reason. Halfway through the first chapter she too was sleeping. She was woken by the sound of shouting. She slid from beneath Zuko and went to the window. A group of Fire Nation soldiers were chasing another while screaming, “He broke the sanctity!” and throwing stones and hurling fire at him.
Chants of “he broke the sanctity” and “the sanctity must be maintained” rang out as they beat, kicked and burned him. Chu-hua appeared and Katara thought she would put an end to it. Violence against a comrade was outlawed in every military code. The woman waved her hand and pulled the fire away, “This scum does not deserve to burn!” Sunlight glinted in her eyes and she realized Chu-hua had drawn her sword. It slashed down across his lower half as she yelled, “The sanctity must be maintained.”
After the admiral reached down and lifted something, Katara realized what she had done. She had emasculated him. Those were his penis and testicles Chu-hua was lifting above her head. She then tossed them across the field. Zuko had said she had castrated her own son. Chu-hua said something ant to her surprise the man got up and stumbled across the field towards his missing parts.
The group burst into laughter but held their position. It was only when he grew closer to them did they begin to move. Katara covered her mouth in horror but could not turn away as they proceeded to tear him limb to limb. It reminded her of sharks feeding but the screams were more like those of an animal in the clutches of a pack of wolves.
Katara was about to turn away when the chanting began again, “It has been done. It has been done. Princess Ursa’s will has been done. Show them, show them, show them what was done for them. Show them, show them, how Princess Ursa protects them. Show them, show them, how we carry out her will.”
She began to piece together what must have happened as women and children she recognized from the Ursa House were brought to the field. One of the women showed signs of recent injury and was pushed forward. The man Katara thought was dead began moving and the woman was given a weapon. Katara took a step back when she began to bludgeon him. He was already half dead, had no means of protecting himself and was begging for mercy but the woman laughed while taking his life. They all laughed while she took his life.
The Fire Nation soldiers laughed while an Earth Kingdom woman took a fellow soldier’s life.
Katara stumbled back to bed, lay next to Zuko and pulled his arm over her. He had told her it was a crime punishable by death to harm someone seeking sanctuary on the Ursa House’s grounds. She never imagined it would be so gruesome or that the fate of the attacker would be placed in his victim’s hands. She trembled as the truth in things she had been accused of rang in ears and settled in her heart: whore, traitor, betrayer, conspirator.
She ran to the latrine and threw up. It sickened her to know that no matter what Zuko had done to her she could never do that to him. She couldn’t kill him after he’d been beaten and broken by others. She couldn’t kill him while he was crying and begging for mercy. She couldn’t kill Zuko while he was already dying. But by not doing so, by not letting him die a miserable death she was perpetuating the war she had left home to end. She was choosing to remain his victim. She was once again choosing to sleep with him to protect Sokka and Aang. She was choosing to betray the world, her people, her mother’s memory by being his whore. She wasn’t sure how long she was in the bathroom or when Zuko began calling for her. She covered her ears forcing herself to ignore how pitiful he sounded and continued to cry for herself.
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